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Solus

John Carver
Confederate Deserter

26
6’-2”
185lbs

Extreme Guilt and Grief: You often have no choice but to drown your sorrows in whiskey. Conversely nightmares haunt you. This often makes you try too hard to do the right thing, especially towards those that remind you of the dead.

All information except the truly critically personal information will be presented in spoilers. Anything else will be pm’d. I suggest not reading anyone else’s update until the group is together, to avoid what could be great RP and spoilers.

Anything not in player specific spoilers is for everyone, regardless of it’s position in the post (if it’s before spoilers, read it first, then your spoiler, etc…it’s about timing)

Sneggy

You had been doing odd jobs here and there. You had spent most of your time with other former Confederates, even those who now cavorted with foreigners and Yankees. This was a place of supposed equality, sure. But did anyone really believe that? The Yankees wanted to continue raping the country with their industry. The French and British could no longer suppress the free spirit of America, and the blacks could not be trusted to carry this sort of thing forward. But you were told it was necessary. Over fire light and whiskey, among close friends, they spoke of the South rising again. Hell, they had surrendered because their leaders had given up; they had not been beat. And any dog that was still alive could bite the hand of a worthless master.

So you bided your time, secure in the knowledge that when the time was right, Prosperity and the South would be free from northern tyranny and aggression. When some of your friends invited you to a party celebrating some sort of contraption, you were hesitant. The party would be held in the mansion of a Frenchman, some part royal snob in a wig. But Mr. Williams insisted that you go as his guest. After all, there was still great ground work to be laid, and allies, however grotesque to you, were necessary.

And so you arrived at the party, awaiting Mr. Williams so that you would not have to talk to any of the other guests…

*You no longer have a uniform fit to wear formally. You may borrow a suit from Mr. Williams, but gentlemen do not carry weapons to parties.

Drakon

For the last few months you have been staying as the guest of Ansas Goettner, a reported cousin of Wilhelm and a wealthy business man who is now head of a prominent family with ties to mining and even railroads. You are one of only a few Prussian military members who reside in the Prussian Quarter, a fairly nice section off of main Prosperity’s ‘quaint’ western town center. Cobblestones and European style mansion built into a block are reminiscent of London’s noble quarter or the high streets of New York.

None of that interests you. You instead spend your days observing those around you, being courteous when called for, and watchful at all times. Mostly this place bored you. Good food, decent enough conversation about world affairs, a chance to discuss your military exploits with the entertained masses of nobility and foreign dignitaries. One thing you have noticed is that nobody leaves Prosperity. This seemed odd to you, as one would think these nobles might travel east to the big cities, or even back home. But nobody did, they all seemed content to hear news through telegram and secure ‘wired coding’ as they put it. The Prussian Consul, a man appointed to speak on the King’s behalf here in Prosperity, kept a device in his office that looked like a small phonograph horn connected to a series of glass tubes and copper plugs. You were told that agents of the Prussian Military sent coded messages from the coast in order to avoid intercept of messages. After a few years of secretive use, the device now also allowed various nobles to receive messages from home. However, it was closely guarded behind locked doors so as to keep the technology and any sensitive data from prying eyes.

You were glad for such scientific gains. Such a device could be invaluable on the battlefield, allowing high command to reach outposts in little time. You liked that. A broken command chain did nothing to serve the Kaiser.

You are now an invited guest to the French consulate to accompany Herr Goettner. Apparently it will be a celebration of what the international coalition and Prosperity’s prominent scientists have accomplished since the town’s inception. So to you slight annoyance, you would dress up once more and parade yourself through a crowd and regale them with tails of battle. But it was the King’s wish, so you would obey.

You are dressed in your formal wear with ceremonial saber and sidearm at your side.

*You may carry a single sidearm at this time, but I frankly had intense trouble figuring out what pistol a Prussian officer would carry. You may choose any reasonable German, Russian, French or American revolver from the time period.

Solus

A few months have passed. You are feeling quite good, but you have no memories from the time of your sickness. Occasionally the doctor from the hospital visits you. He is quite kind and is always interested in how you are acclimating back to life. Sometimes he brings a nice dinner and brandy to share while you talk about life here in Prosperity. His name was James Ferris, and he was from Boston originally.

It was through Dr. Ferris that you came to be invited to an event at the French Consul’s manor. He was unable to attend, and thought you would enjoy a look into the higher society of Prosperity. After all, you had been doing quite well of late, and had even become the manager in charge of one Prosperity’s many crop houses. Your small glass building on the outskirt of town produced enough carrots to meet the demands of the entire town. You were not quite sure how much you would be able to keep up with conversation, but you borrowed a suit from Dr. Ferris and made your way to the party. You were quite eager to see what new developments were announced in what they called a celebration of international cooperation and scientific achievement.

TFG

You have been asked to be one of the representatives of the hospital at a celebration of scientific developments this year, as well as international cooperation. The celebration will be held at the mansion of the French Consul. You are to wear a nice suit, and of course a gentleman does not carry his doctor’s bag or hidden pistols to a formal party.

Lictor

You have been invited to a party at the Manor of the French Consul. The event is a celebration of new technology and scientific advancement over the past year. It is also a celebration of international cooperation. As an investor in certain sciences, you are representing your faction…as well as taking a key opportunity to rub elbows.

*You are wearing a suit, your pocket watch, and your brother’s handkerchief. It is unbecoming of a gentleman to be armed at a formal event.

Lex

A party is being held at the French Consul’s mansion to celebrate the year’s advancement in science. They will also be celebrating the international cooperation within Prosperity. As once of the scientists and or engineer of Prosperity’s community, you have been invited to represent your superiors.

*You have a simple suit to wear, as well as a nice lapel clip gifted to you upon your beginning to work in your lab.

As you each arrived you were welcomed by a butler staff who escorted you into the magnificent mansion. It was amazing to you that they had been able to build such a place so quickly out of such nice material when there was nothing out here before. You would not be able to tell this place apart from a mansion in France itself. Well, there were some more localized decorations. It seemed as though the Consul had entertained design quirks of native art and desert themes in places, but the bulk of the place screamed French nobility. You see recognizable faces from around town. Doctors, businessmen, and the like mingle and laugh over silver platters of delicate meats and cheeses. A full bar of champagne, fine wines, brandy and bourbon is available to guests. It seems, even though the French host was doing much to show off his country's fare, he had gathered dishes and drinks from each faction present.

English roasts and gin, French champagne and fine cuisine, quality bourbon from Kentucky along with southern delicacies littered the room as serving staff wandered the crowd with various offerings. Even plates of venison and buffalo prepared by the native tribe were on display for people to try. It was a fine party by any measure. The host had not arrived yet, a common occurrence as you understand it. When the host arrived, this mingling would end, while the speeches and welcoming were given. Then there would be either true dinner at some grand table, or deserts and more drinks.

None of you really see anyone you know well. You each seem to be representing whatever group or person invited you. Faces look familiar from the streets, but no real names to hang you hat on for striking up conversations. You also guess that you are a bit early, and that this pre-party exchange will last a while before the formality begins.

Characters of note in the room:
-Clarice Beaumont: The daughter of a Southern landowner from Mississippi. She is dressed in a relatively slim hoop skirt dress of greenish silks. Her curled blonde hair is set into a style atop her head under a hat that is slightly askew and pinned to the coif.

-Gregor Vasilinov: a Russian envoy who oversees the affairs of the Russian faction in Prosperity. He is a grim faced man with a red bulb of a nose showing from a bushy but well-kept moustache and beard. He wears a necklace of a heavy metal cross, similar to a military medal.

-Jean Paul Reneau: The French Consul's chief of staff. A slender man with a thin nose and aristocratic air.

-Robert "Bobby" Smith: A former Confederate official who often speaks for the interests of his faction of Americans in Prosperity.

-Ethan Clay: A manufacturer of glass goods from Vermont.

-Elizabeth Eaton: Daughter of a minor British noble with lands near Wales. He moved here in hopes of developing a thriving livestock trade.

If I arrive with Herr Goettner, Adalbert will remain close to him until he engages in conversation that would be impolite for me to linger.

If I arrive first, I will stride boldly and greet the host, Herr Reneau. Shake hands robustly with him and tell him politely and quietly how much of an honor he has done me in inviting me to his fabulous celebration and what not.

John pulled at the neck on his suit. Was it hot in here? Crowds never did him any favors since the war and he usually did his best to avoid them, but an opportunity was an opportunity no matter the situation.

He'd resolved himself not to drink that night. A clear head would serve him good and hopefully keep him amiable to the upper echelons of society. He nodded at his own cleverness when a passing waitress handed him a glass of wine and he downed it in one go.

"Well, damn. There goes that plan."

John sighed and looked for what could be the bar, maybe they had something harder, just to clear his head a bit.

- If it so happens anyone of interest is of the same mind, John Carver will engage in small talk, this includes other characters.
- He will avoid Bobby Smith as much as he can. Trying to make it subtle. Excusing himself from conversations should the man join, or taking a roundabout route through the room instead.

- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. -

Me: "Moon of my Life."
Sneggy: "Say it in Dothraki or don't bother at all."

Architech: "You ARE more prone to kill fictional characters than me. On the spectrum you're George RR Martin and I'm Seuss"

Dave looked around the room and decided his evening was ruined.
Noone seemed like they would understand a word he would say or what he did for a living, god how he hated these events.

He is however a smart man and realized that by showing his face he might be able to get some funding if he was lucky.
Spotting the food and drinks he quickly found a great spot to show his face and save whatever he could of his evening.

To the bar for brandy and some of that food that looked mighty fine!

"I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things." -Dorothy Parker

Kade only felt a light buzz as he figured a clearer head might be the wiser, if not more enjoyable, way around this rigmarole. he helped himself to an appetiser and orders a glass of bourbon but does not drink from it.

Scanning the room, he manoeuvred around the hoighty toity politicians and military types - they seemed the less likely until they dropped something in conversation that might be promising. No, more immediate opportunities seemed more likely to be found in the lady Eaton and gentlemen Clay. He placed a hand in his pocket to run a thumb over his brother's handkerchief for luck. His twin had always been the more socially agile, and Kade could do with channelling some of that talent now.

-approach Eaton and ease into conversation about the prospects of livestock in the area. Broach the idea that metals would be more profitable than meat to try and elicit info on the prospects of a business he had not considered before. He would be interested in meeting her father at a later date if he had any trouble that a man with quick hands and some small private capital could solve. Try not to be too brash, but not the end of the world if she gets flustered/riled.
-if he figures he's pumped all the info he can out of the woman (if she knows any at all), engage Clay and fish for info about the prospects of glass in the area and what plans he has.

Last edited by Psychedelic Lictor; 20th August 2016 at 13:24.

Ham and eggs: a day's work for a chicken; a lifetime's commitment for a pig.

(ooc: gentlemen may not carry weapons to parties but Jeb isnt one, he will conceal a pistol if possible or at the very least a knife.)

Jeb enters the room, feeling distinctly uncomfortable surrounded by foreigners, the coloured and those dogs from the north. He tugs at his borrowed suit, trying to hide the scars as best as possible, his hat tipped down to cover his facial scars. Not that he was ashamed of them, quite the opposite, these were the medals of his glorious conquests in battle. However when surrounded by charlatans and vermin he found it better to not draw attention to his heroism, their kind had taken offense before and he didn't need the hassle.

At least they were serving decent booze, He acquires himself a glass of bourbon from the most southern and white looking server he can find. Before seeking out like-minded company, he spots two southerners. For a moment he leers at Miss Beaumont, entertaining the thought of engaging her in conversation, then entertaining a few more thoughts which ought not be printed. However aware of his surroundings and having had less than positive responses to his visage from ladies before he instead gravitates towards Bobby Smith, having heard of the man and his pro-confederacy stance previously.

Charles finds his smartest suit, and wears it with some trepidation to the party.

When arriving Charles heads straight for the buffet table, knowing with some experience that those with some note tend to either gather close, or at the very least pass by on a regular enough basis for him to overhear conversations.

He attempts to mingle with those at the party, but is clearly uncomfortable at the party.

When you get a job you don't complete your challenge, when you don't complete your challenge you get punished.

I will stride boldly and greet the host, Herr Reneau. Shake hands robustly with him and tell him politely and quietly how much of an honor he has done me in inviting me to his fabulous celebration and what not.

The man bows respectfully, a clean and earnest smile across his lips.

"Lieutenant, bonjour. Thank you for attending," the man gestures outward, "Do you find the event to your liking?"

*Please answer the above, then move on to below.

"Have you had a chance to look around? I believe you will find the blue room to your liking," he gestures across the main hall to another area where some people are milling about over drinks.

"We have quite the collection of arms, including the Fusil modèle 1866. Wonderful rifle, this Chassepot, have you seen it?" (you have not, you are aware of it, but not enough so to know much about it) "Eight to Fifteen shots per minute, compared to the ten or twelve of the Dreyse [Zündnadelgewehr]. Thirty percent higher muzzle velocity, double the effective range. It should be quite the impressive shift of military technology in Europe."

He is smiling, you are not sure if you can consider it a smirk. He is not threatening, but it could be intended as somewhat of a sleight. The man is very hard to read, a natural politician's charm and servant's demeanor.

Originally Posted by Solus

John sighed and looked for what could be the bar, maybe they had something harder, just to clear his head a bit.

You soon find a glass of bourbon in your hand. Very quickly the nearly empty glass is just a weight in your hand. You turn a bit back towards the party and glance across the crowd. A few eyes meet yours. You quickly look away from most, but any that lingers and you try to shakily nod in acknowledgement that you are both at this party and that's nice. After a moment, you feel that maybe too many people met your gaze or happened to be looking at you. You quickly turn back to the bar and start examining yourself to find some sort of stain or tear in your jacket.

As you determine that your nerves are simply playing tricks on you, and that you are clearly presentable and fine, you are mildly startled by a man stepping up next to you at the bar.

"Looks like you feel a bit out of place in such a setting," you look over and see a clean shaven man. He had spoken with a weird accent. You think it was the Russian you had heard around town.

"In my country, these sort of things do not span classes like here. Ballrooms of nobles do not count farmers among their invited guests. I am Alexander Kamensky," The man extends his hand. You shake. His grip is firm and lingers in the way of one man judging another for physical prowess.

"You are a farmer, no? Perhaps once a soldier?" he looks hard into your eyes as he asks, finally releasing your hand.

Originally Posted by Lexius87

To the bar for brandy and some of that food that looked mighty fine!

You get your brandy and immediately begin browsing the pastry selection. You listen a bit as you move along the tables of food, and wade through the servers. Some conversations are general marveling at the technology of Prosperity or general happenings of life in town. More than a few small groups seem to be talking about individuals around the room. Quick pointing and hushed whispers as others pass.

You pause for a bit around a plate of goose liver pate, and look across the group gathered in the room. As your gaze continues you stop a woman who is walking in your direction. You realize in a moment that she is actually heading directly towards you. She is wearing a short sleeve, white silk top and a long silk skirt with a slit in it. She is getting more than a few looks and stares from around the room. You have never seen a a woman dressed like this, without any tradition to her garb. Her black hair is cut into a severe, angular bob (similar to a Cortana or Aeon Flux, not at all reminiscent of the times). She smiles pleasantly, and extends a slender hand to you. Her pale skin and light blue eyes are at odds with much of what you have seen here in the desert.

"You are Professor Johnson, correct? I have read of your work on combustion engines. I am Dr. Lagen's assistant, Alice. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

[You know the name Lagen, you believe he is head of the scientific counsel, a group that oversees progress outside of the political realm evidenced by the international coalition]

"We have actually been looking for an opportunity to bring you in on a new project in one of our labs. We think someone with your knowledge of chemistry, machinery and physics could be an asset to our research," She smiles broadly, awaiting a response.

Originally Posted by Psychedelic Lictor

-approach Eaton and ease into conversation about the prospects of livestock in the area. Broach the idea that metals would be more profitable than meat to try and elicit info on the prospects of a business he had not considered before. He would be interested in meeting her father at a later date if he had any trouble that a man with quick hands and some small private capital could solve. Try not to be too brash, but not the end of the world if she gets flustered/riled.
-if he figures he's pumped all the info he can out of the woman (if she knows any at all), engage Clay and fish for info about the prospects of glass in the area and what plans he has.

"I'm not so sure I'd be interested in small capital," she says (translated from the original Welsh), "Father believes in the use of land for animals, and controlling large herds. I for one could be more interested in bit of drilling, for hard metals and the like. But while I may just be my father's daughter, I know better than to just jump into bed on some new business deal without knowing more about my partner."

Originally Posted by Sneggy

he instead gravitates towards Bobby Smith, having heard of the man and his pro-confederacy stance previously.

You go up and order from a young white man behind a bar (all the servants seem to be French). The man pauses while pouring your drink and you smile and chuckle at his question.

"No, sir, I asked if you wanted me to use a jigger?"

You scowl a bit, indicate he should just pour the drink, and then you take it and move on.

"Ah, one of my constituents. Glad to see ya, always a shortage of good southern folk in these parts. Now with the war over, it has become even more important for us to establish a legitimate political force by which to help legislate a better path for our great nation. Tell me, friend, what brought ya out here?"

Originally Posted by Thatfatguy

He attempts to mingle with those at the party,

You get drawn into a discussion about Life in Prosperity. Everything from the weather of late (it is currently October), to new horseless carriages around town, to the nature of crops and their development in the greenhouses outside town.

One of the men, a Boston native you believe [There is also another Englishman, his wife, and a black man in a nice suit] asks, "So sir, what is it that you do?"

"Well", von Rote said warmly. "The French are unrivaled in their ability to throw a party."

*******

Adalbert examines the.... chastepot, was it? With professional keenness.

"Intriguing... I've no doubt that these weapons would ensure a firm balance of power in Europe. The finest weapons in the hands of the finest men, what else is there to say?" Adalbert says, opening his arms in mock query.

Adalbert continues to marvel at this new French devilry, exclaiming its virtues to all within earshot, while privately keeping note of its more distinguishing features... the Kaiser must know!

"Oh that sounds lovely! i've heard of your group's efforts to science outside of political...distractions, i'd love to hear more about your new project and i am sure that if everything said about you and your group is true then i'd love to join!" Dave exclaims very excitedly.

Clearly he made the right choice in coming here, these wonderfull events are such a great investment in time and effort!
Life and Luck are finally smiling at good ol'Dave again.....

"I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things." -Dorothy Parker

'Well now, I usually get to a third drink before the lady suggests jumping into bed, Ms. Eaton.'

He looks at the yet untouched fine glass of bourbon in his hand, swirling the amber liquid around once. Then he set it on the table.

'Though I agree with your sentiments. Mayhaps there will be a more conducive time later to get to know each other and find if there is a common interest - connected with your father, or a private venture. However, if your father is looking into the control of large herds, he will need large amounts of land, and that can cause some friction in these parts - both in expanding and maintaining it. I'm very good with my hands Ms. Eaton, and friction is not a problem for a man of my disposition. Look me up if you think I can be of assistance.'

Excusing himself he heads to a waiter with a tray of champagne to get a glass. He sighed as he studied the glass. Well, that hadn't gone as well as it might've. He dearly envied his brother and his wiles right about now. Still, no point weeping over spilt milk.

God he could do with a drop more from his bottle.

-politely engage Clay
-ask what brings him to Prosperity

Last edited by Psychedelic Lictor; 22nd August 2016 at 12:41.

Ham and eggs: a day's work for a chicken; a lifetime's commitment for a pig.

"I get that a lot.What brings you here Kamensky? Are you on the lookout for soldiers? Or farmers?" John did his own appraisal of the man. Obviously brazen enough to call him out as a soldier without a second thought. That was unsettling. Not that he was truly worried anyone was looking for him, but even the conversation about.. before.. could turn his stomach.

Except from whiskey, not much turned him away from that.

- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. -

Me: "Moon of my Life."
Sneggy: "Say it in Dothraki or don't bother at all."

Architech: "You ARE more prone to kill fictional characters than me. On the spectrum you're George RR Martin and I'm Seuss"

"Ah, one of my constituents. Glad to see ya, always a shortage of good southern folk in these parts. Now with the war over, it has become even more important for us to establish a legitimate political force by which to help legislate a better path for our great nation. Tell me, friend, what brought ya out here?"

"A gentleman informed me this town was a place people could be free from the Tyranny of the North, where folks could be themselves. I just didn't think his definition of people extended to vermin and foreigners" I scowl at the coloured folk as I speak. My scarred faced becoming a touch more vicious on the word vermin.

"Legislate? You would work with these.....people" the word hurt to use but he felt he should at least attempt to share this mans vocabulary. "What right do they have to breath the same air as good, honest folk like us? What right do they have to be under the same roof, parading around with their french food and strange customs. Its downright disrepectful."

"Intriguing... I've no doubt that these weapons would ensure a firm balance of power in Europe. The finest weapons in the hands of the finest men, what else is there to say?" Adalbert says, opening his arms in mock query.

"Indeed, Lieutenant. They will certainly ensure power in Europe. If you will excuse me, the Lord Consul will be speaking soon, I must attend him," the man bows and departs.

Originally Posted by DrakonTheNightLord

Adalbert continues to marvel at this new French devilry, exclaiming its virtues to all within earshot, while privately keeping note of its more distinguishing features... the Kaiser must know!

The Chassepot is for lack of a better word, a marvel. You know its engineering is not even derived from the science of Prosperity, this is just the next evolution of rifle combat. You were certain the Kaiser would most likely have some knowledge of the weapon, but certainly tensions with the French would not be helped by an arms race. That being said...you want the rifle because it is beautiful. The wall display also has a number of other weapons, most of which you would consider antiques or art pieces as much as weapons of war. You took note of a rather nice Lefaucheux revolver with pearl handle inlay, silver and gold filigree and a fleur de lis insignia. Facing that is a Tranter revolver of rather nice ornament.

Originally Posted by Lexius87

i'd love to join!" Dave exclaims very excitedly.

"Wonderful, I look forward to discussing this further. We will send someone to your laboratory to bring you to our own next week. Now if you will please excuse me, I would like to go and thank Mr. Vasilinov for his recent patronage," Alice smiles and walks towards the bearded Russian.

Originally Posted by Psychedelic Lictor

Look me up if you think I can be of assistance.

"I will keep that in mind..."

Originally Posted by Psychedelic Lictor

God he could do with a drop more from his bottle.

You do feel a bit of need, and you do have a flask on you.

Originally Posted by Psychedelic Lictor

-politely engage Clay
-ask what brings him to Prosperity

"Ah yes, hello"..."Well what with all the medical advancements and leaps in science and chemicals, plus all the resources out here...there is a natural supply and demand for glass"

Originally Posted by Solus

"I get that a lot.What brings you here Kamensky? Are you on the lookout for soldiers? Or farmers?"

"All farmers are soldiers, and all soldiers will be farmers again. It all just depends on perspective. I am here to honor the coalition. It is quite the achievement, accomplishing this level of cooperation despite so many backgrounds. Besides, you never know what kind of interesting person you will find here."

Originally Posted by Sneggy

"Legislate? You would work with these.....people" the word hurt to use but he felt he should at least attempt to share this mans vocabulary. "What right do they have to breath the same air as good, honest folk like us? What right do they have to be under the same roof, parading around with their french food and strange customs. Its downright disrepectful."

"Ah, yes, well," He dabs his brow, "This war left our country torn, and the balance of power handily in the north. Now we have to fight through more...diplomatic means to maintain our states' rights. I presume you fought in the war, whereabouts do you hail?"

Originally Posted by Thatfatguy

'I am a Doctor, I work at the hospital close by and practice my work there, it is a.... rewarding... profession."

"Hmmm, I thought I knew all the doctors at the hospital," the black man says, "What is your specialization? What ward do you work?"

Adalbert examines the weapons with interest, his mind lingering lightly on the Chassepot... but no, he was no thief, nor a magpie to desire something so wantonly. He will have one when providence so demands.

Adalbert spends his time divided between marveling at the French guns to wandering about, waiting for the Consul's speech.

Fighting the urge to indulge for a little while longer, Kade looks at Clay nodding with a smile before saying, 'The advancements have been miraculous, without a doubt, and beyond anything a man of my simple understanding can fathom.' He pauses and studies the glass of champagne in his hand, continuing to speak in a slightly lower voice, 'And simple as I am, Mr. Clay, please correct me if I am mistaken, but I was under the impression to make glass all you needed was sand and heat, and well, there is a whole heap of sand available up and down just about every territory I've been to.' He looks back up into the eyes of the man, 'So, what I hope is with not impolite curiosity, why Prosperity?'

(Quick background query: how aware am I of the minerals and metals available in the area? Did I get any info before I took up my job and did I keep an ear out for info or just floated along in a mellow fug?)

Last edited by Psychedelic Lictor; 24th August 2016 at 11:43.

Ham and eggs: a day's work for a chicken; a lifetime's commitment for a pig.